The Path of a Comet
When I release the pressure
The cotton wool falls into my hand
Creaturely soft
I have sealed the wound, played my part
There is a desperate need for normality
To progress the clumsy present
And relate lightly again
Perhaps discussing the mystery
Of Stonehenge
My life has been an uneven climb
prospected amongst the cheap stone
I am here to meet the elders
My bag full of pleadings, bric a brac
The odd pen, one argument.
The Nurse is calmly describing
measurements, patiently, clingingly
Lovingly holds her hand to pass the cotton
Swab and as I do I notice the blood, red
Streak of a comet and then it is gone
James Bullion
James Bullion
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